Feeding my children is not like feeding myself: it matters more.

She wanted more, more slang, more figures of speech, the bee's knees, the cats pajamas, horse of a different color, dog-tired, she wanted to talk like she was born here, like she never came from anywhere else

I went to the guest room and pretended to write. I hit the space bar again and again and again. My life story was spaces.

The more exposure people have to the realities of factory farming, the more we will see people rejecting it. It's already happening.

As long as I am thinking, I am alive.

I'm less worried about accomplishment - as younger people always can't help but be - and more concerned with spending my time well, spending time with my family, and reading, learning things.

I wanted so much to have a life. Even just once, even for a second.